goes off the deep end.
i hope he dies, he says vehemently.
i've never hated
anyone as much as i hate him.
i can feel the anger coming through
the wires, thorough
the tapping
of his keyboard on his phone.
smoke is coming out of the sides
of mine
as i read what he writes.
i tell him to take a walk,
to get outside, to stop sitting in front
of the tv
all day long and watching the toxic
news.
get a job, a hobby. something.
do something with your life rather
than
be a pawn in the game. this only
makes him madder
and write more vile things
about
me about them,
about him.
i fall in the middle which
kills him, any opinion not his,
is wrong and evil.
i remember when he was carefree
and fun, full of joy
and jokes.
easy going.
young and happy, full of optimism.
but it seems those days are done.
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